"Om Po Ye Woga Di..."
Chen Feng bellowed, shattering the sound of the Soul Summoning Bell with Buddha Mantra to prevent Wan Qiyao from being harmed. Then, with a swift movement, he had already appeared before Wakun, throwing a punch directly at him. Spirit techniques used against cultivators were nothing but a laughingstock.
Chen Feng's fist, blended with supreme True Qi, struck towards Wakun. On his fist hovered a thin layer of True Qi, which rapidly enlarged in Wakun's eyes, locking onto his entire body's Qi flow. Wakun cried out in utter terror, "You're not a Martial Artist!"
"Heh heh, I never said I was a Martial Artist," Chen Feng said, his teeth gleaming mischievously as he taunted, "You just realised too late. Your apprentice is an idiot, but I didn't expect you, the master, to be even more foolish. You'd better roll back to your apprentice's side; we don't welcome you here in the realm of the living."
